Always Running
Is it ever the right time to stop chasing dreams?
Long ago, a pathologically shy but deep-hearted young man wrote a poem about running published in his high school journal. I remember hating my observation that humans must always keep pace with the demands of a thousand petty responsibilities while missing the valuable parts of life. Now, looking backward, I may have followed the same old broad path and not the narrow one.
Is life made for standing still or for blazing toward the next destination? Are we comfort seekers or explorers of new terrain? I am not sure.
Recently I taught a lesson on the danger of mediocrity. I guess you could say the takeaway was how not to give in to the pressure to just be average. Challenge yourself with things that you love, I remember saying.